This week’s assignment is to track down the 5 Lies We Tell our Doctors. It got me thinking how going through three pregnancies and childbirth makes you a whole lot less self-conscious about going to the doctor. That’s a lot of hours waiting in paper gowns and shapeless drapes, reading two-month-old copies of magazines I never see anywhere else, like Good Housekeeping and Working Mother (which, don’t get me wrong, I love). When your exam does start, your bodily privacy ends. There you are, as exposed as Britney Spears exiting the limo, and if you’re really lucky there is probably a student shadowing your doc (or, in my case, midwife) that day, and she’s a hands-on learner. At that point, lying seems rather pointless to me. What could I possibly hide … Read entire article »